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“Yea. You’re coming with me.” We end up at my place next. He tried to get loose, but he’s only human. He could never get far enough. I open the front door and shove him down a long hall, with several doors on both sides. At the end is a staircase heading toward the cellars. Even with all the lights in it, it is still dark down here, and cold. We arrive at a metal door, with a large window in its center from top to bottom. “Get in there.” He shakes his head no, frightened, as if he knew it was worse than death. “I wonder how it will feel for you. Maybe the memories come one person at a time or maybe all at once?” I pause looking him over, seeking an answer to get him there, and I decide not trying would be best. “I suppose I can tell you why I need you in that room. It may make you feel better, but, probably not. It could make things worse.” We stare at each other in silence for a few moments before he nods, making the decision. “Okay, I will tell you. I am not human, obviously. I do capture and use humans as batteries. The bodies assist in creating a minuscule amount of electricity, which we use to harness the power of memories. In this room, you will be in an electric field. This is what will interact with your own electricity. The true power comes from reliving them, so they will feel real, down to every last second. You will forget that you are here, until you remember what it feels like the first time it turns on. Some days you will ask for death and others you will want to keep reliving. It will feel like forever, but here, we will only power our home for a few years. You will experience all of the lives you took and all of yours. You deserve this pain. I am glad it will be you.” I look up at him with a glint of excitement in my eyes, before taking him by the shoulder, shoving him in and closing the door behind him. The room begins to glow with a blue hue. He runs at the window, hitting against it, hoping it would break, but soon the force takes him over. He is levitating an equal space from top to bottom, right to left, and front to back. Perfectly centered. The lights begin to grow brighter. I sigh in relief and head back upstairs, it will be dinner soon. 18
Author: Jared Presser Divorced father of four children, three daughters and a son. At 41, he started writing only a month ago as a therapeutic way to overcome depression. He is an Entrepreneur by day, working as a Business Development Consultant and Image Consulting. “My writing comes from the source of my life’s trials.” Jewels’ Diary: Part One Genre: Science Fiction Hi, it’s Jewels. You may not know me, or have a clue about who I am. But boy do I have a story for you. And it's a juicy one. For this story, we will have to go back twelve years, when the first lie was told. I remember it like it was yesterday. The fresh air brushed against my tanned face, as the world around me cheered with joy. A simple pleasure everyone took for granted. No, not so much. Running across the field towards the ball, I felt like my life was just beginning. Like everything in my life was just begging to connect. But the truth is, it was just about to fall apart. Before I get started. I should let you know that this story is not about me. It's about those who survived the lies. And sadly, I was not one of them. I’m an outsider. On that day, we were on the field. Playing a simple game of soccer. My feet stroke the ball, sending it flying down the field towards the goal. The swishing sound of the ball hitting the net made me feel proud. We just won the game and the crowd cheered out my name, “Jewels, Jewels” like I was in a championship game. Oh boy, was I ever glad. 19
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